Schiller turned to look at Cobblepot. He was completely different from the timid umbrella boy he had been when they first met. Cobblepot was not tall, nor was he particularly strong. Judging by his bone structure, he was not the sort who could ever grow into a towering man, but he was far better off than the scrawny boy he had once been.
He wore the sort of suit a mob boss often wore, his hair neatly combed back, and his leather shoes gleamed brightly enough to reflect the patterns on the ceiling. Yet he still nervously rubbed his hands together before smiling at Schiller and asking, "Professor, do you have time lately?"
"Is there a problem?" Schiller set down the lecture notes in his hands and looked at Cobblepot. "If there is, ask now. The professor's office hasn't been equipped with a computer yet, and I probably won't be going to the multimedia classroom to check my email for quite some time. The weather is too hot."
"Yes, it is a little too hot." Cobblepot sighed. "But I asked Mayor Roy, and he said it was for the development of tourism. Gotham's beaches and seawater are actually in better condition than Metropolis's. All it lacks is sunshine."
"Those tourists who came from far away seem to love sunbathing on the beach. Lex didn't activate the device for two days straight, and quite a few people went home disappointed. So the machine has been running almost constantly ever since."
"Gothamites have to adapt sooner or later." Schiller shook his head slightly. "The current temperature is still within the normal range. Heatstroke is so common because Gothamites weren't prepared. They are still working under the sun according to their old routines without taking any precautions against it. Add the lack of